Drops fall down and wash the trees and the earth. The sky is a pail hue of silver. I step out into the down pour and let it wash over me. I let the cold rush through my soul. I look at the earth as it soaks up the water and holds it until it burst forth and runs down into streams and rivers. I see how the earth renews itself and I feel the spirit of life as it flows. As I dance between the drops I know that I am alive and that I am only a spark of light in the greater landscape of the earth and all life that lives around me.